Grave Robber: Beginnings Fusion Hydra Cypress

When the young man saw the golden statue of Guanyin for the first time, he felt very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

But this is an ancient tomb that has been sealed for more than 3,000 years, and the 13th floor of the spiritual tower has never been opened.

How could he have seen this Guanyin?

When the others heard this, they all showed doubtful expressions.

Wuxie thought for a while and said.

"Young man, it may be because you have lived too long and have seen countless Guanyin statues, so your memory is confused."

Buddhism originated in Tianzhu and flourished in China.

There are countless Guanyin temples in Kyushu, all over the country, and can be seen everywhere.

The young man has lived for at least hundreds of years, and he has seen countless Guanyin statues, so it is indeed possible that his memory is confused.

Everyone agreed with Wuxie's speculation.

After looking at the Guanyin statue again, the young man shook his head firmly.

"No, I am not wrong!"

As he said, he pointed to the Guanyin statue.

"Eight characters are engraved on the back of the statue, 'Guan Shi Zi Zai, Pu Du Ci Hang'."

"If you don't believe it, you can go and have a look."

When everyone heard this, they were surprised and curious, and followed the young man to the back of the Guanyin statue.

Looking up, they saw that there were indeed eight big characters engraved on the back of Guanyin.

Guan Shi Zi Zai, Pu Du Ci Hang!

Everyone was stunned.

The young man actually said it right, what is going on?

Shirley Yang thought for a moment and said immediately.

"Except for the Tang Dynasty, almost every Guanyin temple has these eight characters. I think the young man must have remembered it wrong."

Guan Shi Zi Zai refers to the realm of the Bodhisattva.

Pu Du Ci Hang refers to the heart of the Bodhisattva.

In the early Tang Dynasty, because the "Shi" in Guan Shi Yin violated the name of Emperor Taizong Li Shimin, the word "Shi" was removed and simplified to Guan Yin.

When others heard this, they all said that maybe the young man really remembered it wrong.

The young man walked forward with a complicated expression, jumped up, and jumped onto the Guanyin statue.

He stretched out his right index finger and placed it on the word "都".

"Look."

Everyone stepped forward to take a closer look, and they were all stunned.

The top point of the three water drops on the left side of the word "多" was exactly the same as the young man's index finger!

The fat man saw it and cried out immediately.

"Oh my god, how could it be such a coincidence!"

The young man shook his head gently, jumped down, looked up at the Guanyin statue, and said slowly.

"This is not a coincidence, it's my real memory!"

Wuxie immediately realized something and asked hurriedly.

"Did you remember something?"

The young man couldn't hide his excitement and nodded slightly.

"Yes!"

When he saw the eight words behind the Guanyin statue, the gates of memory were instantly opened.

The long-ago past flooded into his mind like a flood, bringing him back to the past.

It was an unknown era, so long ago that the young man was not sure whether this memory belonged to him.

At that time, he was still an ignorant boy, full of curiosity about all unknown things.

According to his age at that time, he should have just graduated from the Zhang family training camp with Zhang Haike and his sister and was traveling around.

But there was no Zhang Haike and Zhang Haixing in this memory.

The young man vaguely remembered that he lived in a deep cave.

The cave was located on the top of a mountain, surrounded by cliffs and there was no way down the mountain.

The cave was very large, with a spring inside, which poured into a lake.

There were all kinds of fish and shrimps in the lake, and many fruit trees grew by the lake.

Fish, shrimp and wild fruits were food.

There was also a large house deep in the cave, with all kinds of living utensils in the house. Everything was available.

Living with the young man were an old man and a young girl.

The girl always covered her face with a black veil, and only a pair of gem-like eyes could be seen. The young man had never seen her true face.

The girl loved to laugh and was very lively.

Every time the young man was practicing, she would deliberately interrupt him or tell some jokes to distract him.

The young man would get angry sometimes and try to catch her, but the girl's lightness skill was very good and she was never caught.

Over time, the young man ignored the girl.

In addition to practicing day after day, the girl would teach the young man to read and recognize characters in her spare time.

However, they did not read the serious Four Books and Five Classics, but some strange arts, Feng Shui and Yin Yang.

The young man did not ask why, but just studied seriously like a robot and never got bored.

Once the girl was very curious and asked him: "I don't think I have ever seen you laugh, can't you laugh?"

The young man replied: "I have forgotten it a long time ago."

He was like a monk who did not eat worldly fireworks, forgetting the troubles of the mundane world and the seven emotions and six desires of normal people.

When the young man recalled it, even he himself felt incredible.

Why would an ignorant boy be so old-fashioned?

It was as if he had experienced thousands of years of vicissitudes, and faced anything without any ripples in his heart.

Is this really the case?

Perhaps not.

There was still a trace of ripples in the boy's heart.

When he was not practicing or reading, he would go to the cave entrance to visit the old man.

The old man didn't know how old he was, his hair and beard were snow-white, his skin was wrinkled like pine bark, but his eyes were not cloudy at all.

Every time the boy looked into the old man's eyes, he felt like he was looking up at the stars!

Except for eating and sleeping, the old man stayed at the entrance of the cave every day, repeating one thing.

He held a chisel in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand.

Ding, ding, ding.

He kept hammering, day after day, year after year.

The old man was very serious when he was working, so serious that he forgot the whole world.

Once the boy watched for three hours and found that the old man's eyes had not blinked once.

The old man's work was boring and simple.

Chiseling stones.

The stone was very hard. He swung the hammer with all his strength every time, but he could only chisel off a piece as big as a fingernail.

When the boy saw the old man for the first time, he was very curious.

"Why do you chisel stones?"

The old man replied: "To open a road."

In order to open a road to the outside, he has been chiseling for most of his life, and he can't remember how many years it has been.

The old man only remembered that when he went up the mountain, the flood that ravaged the earth had just subsided, and someone cast nine large tripods with mountains and rivers in the world carved on them.

The old man also said that every time he chiseled a foot, spring and summer would alternate.

The boy looked at the old man's feet. It was a stone road about ten feet wide and three thousand feet long.

The old man had been on the mountain for three thousand years!

But this mountain was too big. The three thousand feet long stone road was just the beginning. Who knows how many years it would take to reach the foot of the mountain.

The boy was puzzled: "Why do you have to carve a road on the stone?"

The old man replied calmly.

"I'm paving the way for future generations, not for myself."

The boy still didn't understand. If it was just to go down the mountain, wouldn't it be a waste of time and energy?

The old man smiled happily and said slowly.

"I dug the way up the mountain!"